Have I ever mentioned that I raised and trained a #GuideDogForTheBlind🐕🦺 from puppyhood to about 18 months before shipping it back to San Rafael, when I was a kid? Leon (Golden Retriever extraordinaire), saintly good boy served his new master well, before his long rest 🦴
I don't know if raising Leon made up for raising the lamb and steer that got sold for meat at the county fair, though. The guy who bought my lamb owned a meat packing plant, and even he now preaches vegetarianism. Over time, the killing floor got to him. I'm not there yet.
That dog was magical. Mom took him for a walk one day before he was trained to fetch. He ran off into the underbrush and returned with a wounded dove in his mouth and gently put it, alive, into my mother's hands.
I think mom twisted the little dove's🕊️ neck and cooked it for dinner.
We ate a lot of dove and quail and duck and geese and lamb and venison and on a good night, hamburger, when I was a kid growing up in the sticks.
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